White apron stained with coffee brew
Counting hours till the shift is through
Cold wind cuts through a thin wool coat
Winter air catches in my throat
Walk the cobblestone in the grey
Chasing shadows till the end of day
Silver light on a frozen street
Where the lonely and the drifters meet
Flash of a lens in a sudden blur
Old memories start to wake and stir
Leather strap holds a heavy weight
Walking slow past the iron gate
Walk the cobblestone in the grey
Chasing shadows till the end of day
Silver light on a frozen street
Where the lonely and the drifters meet
Steam rises high from a metal grate
I arrive just a little bit late
Slipping fast on a patch of ice
Paying for a little slice of vice
Walk the cobblestone in the grey
Chasing shadows till the end of day
Silver light on a frozen street
Where the lonely and the drifters meet
Bus ticket tucked in a denim sleeve
Counting reasons why I had to leave
Red light glows on a corner store
I don't want to wander anymore
Hold the focus, keep the frame tight
Capture a ghost in the winter light
One more click and the image stays
Lost inside a lo-fi golden haze
Coffee cups and a tip jar ring
Wait for the change that the winter brings
Frozen breath in a clouded cloud
Walking fast through a midnight crowd
Walk the cobblestone in the grey
Chasing shadows till the end of day
Silver light on a frozen street
Where the lonely and the drifters meet
Just a snapshot in the cold.
Keep it moving.
Cobblestone cold.
